For instance, when one of the short people in the house puts half a roll of toilet paper in the downstairs toilet, and Mommy is unable to break it up and plunge it with the crappy plunger, and while attempting to break it up and flush it three times it overflows each time, leaving our entire bathroom floor almost an inch deep in watery human waste of all variety, and Mommy has to take an old towel (because we don't have paper towels and Eric couldn't leave work to go buy some and drop them off), and mop up and wring out said towel several times, until all of it is cleaned up off the floor, and then bleach and mop the floor twice, like there were no short people in the house to inhale those fumes...
At least, we have maintenance to come and fix things for us. To make sure it doesn't happen again. For today.
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